Aubade for the the Quiet House - fran claggett-holland

[Larry Robinson]

Aubade for the the Quiet House

I awaken to a still-dark room
No sound to acknowledge a new day

The silent saluki across my feet
is, like me, not moving but awake
His eyes as always awaiting my move

Was it like this yesterday and the day
before? was it dark and silent?

Will it be like this tomorrow
or will we be able to move freely
call out an aubade to the morning

Open to what once was as natural
as the sun falling across your face
As natural as another day of living

   - fran claggett-holland